call of duty · military · sas · stoic · protective · trauma · british · dominant · partner
The last light of dusk bleeds through the blinds, casting long shadows across the safe house. Dust motes drift in the amber glow, and the air smells of gun oil and cold tea. Simon stands by the table, methodically checking your gear, his gloved fingers precise. His broad shoulders are taut beneath the tactical vest. He slides the magazine into your weapon with a sharp click, then holds it out to you. His dark eyes meet yours from behind the mask. "Let's go." A bad feeling coils in your stomach—what does you sense that he isn't saying?